Chapter 2 Reincarnation Sundial 1...

The firefly-like light could not support the darkness of the night. The young girl's messy footsteps were beating on the uneven floor tiles due to disrepair. Suddenly, she tripped over something under her feet, and she knelt heavily on the ground. .

The summer night was sultry like a steamer, Li Qian gasped violently, and twisted her clothes nervously with her fingers.

She heard her own pounding heartbeat and the footsteps of another person.

Only old-fashioned, soft-soled cloth shoes can make that kind of "rustling" sound. If you listen carefully, the man's footsteps are a little sluggish, rubbing against the ground one after another, as if his legs are bad.

Li Qian turned her head sharply, but there was nothing behind her except for the little bugs jumping around under the light.

She was pretty, originally a beautiful girl, but her hair was disheveled, her hair was sticking to her face with sweat, her lips were as pale as her face, and she was limited in her appearance anyway.

Slowly, she showed a strange expression, like a sneer and resentment, but it was mixed with unspeakable fear.

"Don't try to pester me..." She stood up suddenly, gritted her back molars and said, "If I can get rid of you once, I can get rid of you a second time."

The footsteps stopped.

Li Qian rolled up the three-quarter sleeves of her blouse, and her fair arms were covered with jitters. In the sweltering midsummer night, it seemed that something invisible made her feel cold.

She picked up a brick from the ground, and the footsteps sounded like tarsal maggots coming from all directions, but she couldn't see anything.

Seeing nothing is the most terrifying thing.

Li Qian screamed, and slapped and fanned the air with the bricks.

The bricks in her hands were getting heavier and heavier, the sand and stones made her palms hurt, she was exhausted, her eyes were black, she bent down, her hands rested on her bent knees, panting heavily, her eyes falling unintentionally. on the ground.

Then, Li Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, her whole body trembled violently, the brick in her hand fell to the ground, hitting the toes exposed in her sandal, but she seemed to be unaware and took two steps back with difficulty , his knees suddenly softened and he fell to the ground.

Shadows... shadows!

The street lamp was right in front of her. Where there was light under the lamp, how could there be such a clear shadow? !

It's like a basin of ink spilled on the ground, and I don't know how long it has "watched" her there.

Li Qian was paralyzed on the ground, but the shadow was standing.

Are you right? How can the body be afraid of shadows?

She seemed to hear a sharp laughter.

In the early morning, before five o'clock, the phone on the headboard rang like a ghost.

Zhao Yunlan worked overtime all night. When he got home, he didn't take off his clothes.

He opened his eyes expressionlessly, his heavy eyelids outlined his double eyelids more clearly, stared at his ceiling with hatred for a while, and after three seconds, sat up like a corpse, struggling with difficulty. Wandering around, thinking about the goo in his head, he stretched out his arms to grab the phone on the head cabinet.

There was an unforgettable mess in Zhao Yunlan's room, saying that it was a kennel, and the dogs would protest.

The clothes were thrown all over the floor, and I didn't know whether they were going to wear them or wash them. The large double room was filled with all kinds of sundries, some of which were beyond the imagination of mortals - wrapped in a single sock The laptop in the corner is not considered, and the sunglasses and umbrella can barely understand it, but the big hat folded in white paper and the big pot of cinnabar are very confusing - these things are crowded into a ball, and they can only be reserved for him. In order to allow a person to lie in a nest, it is estimated that he had dug the nest himself before laying down.

Zhao Yunlan's expression was very stinky, as if he was about to curse in the next second, but when he answered the phone, except for his hoarse voice, his tone was very normal, obviously he was used to this kind of thing: "What happened again? ?"

Wang Zheng's voice came from the microphone, and he said succinctly: "It's dead."

"when?"

"Either last night or this morning, just now."

"where?"

"University Road."

"Well..." Zhao Yunlan rubbed his face with a grim expression, "Let Lao Chu go first."

"Chu Shuzhi went to Xiangxi on a business trip."

"Where's Lin Jing?"

"I was seconded by the underworld."

"Fuck, then Zhu Hong... Okay, Zhu Hong, needless to say, the moon was full yesterday, she asked for leave, who else is there?"

"Me," Wang Zheng said, "but the sun is about to come out, and I'm going to get off work soon. There's also Daqing and the new intern Guo Changcheng..."

Zhao Yunlan yawned and said weakly, "You ask Daqing to accompany the intern to see it and give the child a chance to exercise."

"Intern Guo Changcheng can't go anywhere now," Wang Zhengping said bluntly. "When he came to report last night, he fainted from fright. Maybe he fell asleep after fainting, and he hasn't woken up yet."

"..." Zhao Yunlan asked, "Stunned by what?"

"Old Wu and I." Wang Zheng reported in a straight-forward manner, and concluded at the end, "I said earlier that you should find a professional shroud shop to paste a body for Lao Wu, Zhu Hong's hands are more stupid than feet, and the sandbags that are sewn are all exposed. The pasted paper people are like everything, not like people."

Zhao Yunlan sat beside the room for a while, and finally sighed: "I'm out of order, I'm afraid I'll scare people... But there's no other way, come on, I'll take a look at it later, your name is Daqing wait for me."

He hung up the phone, and after three minutes of grooming, he drove to Daxue Road.

After passing the intersection, Zhao Yunlan had just slowed down when a black shadow fell from the sky. He saw a round animal grenade with a "bang" sound, and the mountain thumped on the front cover of his car, so that he didn't smash the cover of the car. Get out of a hole.

Zhao Yunlan hurriedly braked, stuck his head out of the window, and sucked at Hanako in pain: "This is a motor vehicle, it's a commuter tool, not a cat litter box! Can you take it easy?"

A black cat sits on the front cover of the car. It has a very euphemistic neck, with a hairball version of the persimmon face on the neck. At first glance, it looks like Garfield's African brother.

I saw that its hind legs were crossed, and it was trying hard to close its belly. Only then did it overcome all difficulties and straighten its front legs, which were slightly shorter than its belly, and kept a very dignified sitting posture for a cat.

The big persimmon-faced cat looked left and right, and found that there was no one nearby, so the beard trembled, opened his mouth slowly, and uttered a slightly low-pitched man's voice: "Don't talk nonsense, get out of the car - you Can't you smell it?"

There was indeed an indescribable stench in the air, comparable to a biological weapon. Zhao Yunlan parked the car on the side of the road and got off, covered his nose with his hand, and asked the cat with a frown, "It smells so bad, did you let it go?"

The big black cat ignored him, jumped down from his car hood with great force, aimed his twisted fat butt at him, and walked forward with a standard catwalk domineeringly.

Several police cars have been parked across the road, and the staff cordoned off the entrance to a small alley.

After fumbling for a long time, Zhao Yunlan pulled out a tattered work permit from his pocket. The little policeman who was guarding the cordon turned his back to the crime scene with his back to the crime scene. , put the work card back into Zhao Yunlan's arms, and then couldn't help but ran into the distance and vomited against the wall.

Zhao Yunlan grabbed the head of the nest where the pig and the dog entered, and was very surprised: "My one-inch jade photo is so disgusting?"

The black cat took a few steps ahead of him. Seeing that he was still talking nonsense there, he couldn't help but turn his head and gave him a long syllable "meow".

"Okay, let's get down to business - oh my god, this smell will kill you in ten steps." Zhao Yunlan bent over and got through the guard.

As soon as he showed up, someone inside immediately greeted him, covered his nose with a tissue, and asked in a loud voice, "Is it a comrade from the Special Investigation Department?"

In the public security system, everyone knows that there is such a mysterious department called the "Special Investigation Division".

Their department level is not low, but no one knows what these people are or what they have bylaws - anyway, every time someone from the special investigation department comes, they will be notified directly by their superiors, and there is no room for anyone to protest.

But their people do not come, and there is no place to invite them.

They belong to the public security system, and sometimes they are separated from the public security system. They are well-organized and the case handling procedures are completely opaque. The media do not get special approval, and usually they cannot even find a person in the special investigation department, let alone follow-up interviews.

No one knows how their prosecution process went. In short, when the case got there, it was like entering a black box, and only a cloudy case closing report was released to the public.

Sometimes, the staff of these special investigation services are even more complicated than the unsolved cases.

Their case closing report is detailed, the cause, process, result, the identity of the suspect, the arrest situation and even the arrest process are all clear, logically rigorous, and clearly formatted, so no one can pick out a single fault.

The only doubt is that the prisoners are dead when the case is closed.

Although most of the cases in their hands are serious cases with extremely bad plots, and most of the criminal suspects can be considered dead and innocent, but... this is a bit too coincidental.

At this time, the person in charge of organizing the investigation at the scene was an elderly criminal policeman, surnamed Yang. While shaking hands with Zhao Yunlan enthusiastically, he looked at this person carefully with a little curiosity, and asked politely: "What's your name?"

"My surname is Zhao, Zhao Yunlan, you can call me Xiao Zhao."

Lao Yang was surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that the person who came was the current Director of the Special Investigation Department. He saw that Director Zhao was not yet 30 years old. Compared with his level, he was a little young. He is tall, slender, and looks very upright. At first glance, he looks like a flat model from a menswear advertisement, but his shirt is wrinkled, with two buttons on the top, half of the hem tucked into the waist of the trousers, and half of it falls off. Coming out, coupled with the messy hair on the head that looked like a nest that had just laid eggs, it looked a little sloppy.

But people's rank is there, let alone sloppy, even if they go out and run, the people below have to praise Zhao Chu for leading the fashion trend.

Lao Yang said "Ouch": "You are Zhao Chu! This... this, you look at me clumsily, I really didn't expect our leaders to be so young and promising..."

Zhao Yunlan was obviously very accustomed to this set of things, and he played a few fancy words along the way.

At this time, some "people" became impatient, and only heard the sound of "meow". As soon as Lao Yang lowered his head, he saw a dark figure, "snapping" two or three times, following Zhao Yun's direction. Lan's trousers crawled all the way to his clothes and climbed onto the man's shoulders.

It was a black cat with green eyes. It stands to reason that the black cat that appeared at the murder scene sounded very strange, but because this "weird" cat was so rich, when I saw it, I didn't know why. , awe and terror will automatically translate into apprehension about its high cholesterol.

Lao Yang and it stared at each other for a moment: "This...this..."

Zhao Yunlan embarrassedly carried the pants that were almost pulled down by the fat cat, and laughed: "This is our cat director. Usually, he grasps the work very tightly. When he saw us talking, he didn't want to."

Lao Yang: "..."

The black cat gave a "meow" indifferently, and threw its thick tail impatiently from Zhao Yunlan's shoulder, and proudly raised its neck - this is a bit difficult, its neck is really difficult position.

Zhao Yunlan understood, stretched out his hand and pulled out a kitten card from the black cat's neck, finally separated it from the surrounding fat and long hair, and handed it to Lao Yang: "This is the special investigation department's license, and we The work permit is the same, it can enter and leave any site, you can rest assured, old cat, sensible, will not cause trouble."

Lao Yang: "..."

He was finally beginning to feel that this was a bit of a nonsense.

After a while, Director Zhao, who was a senior official, held the cat and walked in square steps with Lao Yang into the scene.

The further you go inside, the stronger the stench becomes.

I saw a female corpse lying in the narrow alley. She was wearing a cultural shirt with the words "Longcheng University Welcome". The character "big", with his mouth open, his abdomen was cut open by some kind of sharp tool, and the internal organs were already empty.

Lao Yang covered his nose with a tissue again, his facial features were all wrinkled, and he looked entangled.

The fat cat on Zhao Yunlan's shoulder let out a long "meow", jumped to the ground, circled the body twice, and finally stopped in one place, squatted there, looked up at Zhao Yunlan, and was trained well. Su De seems to be a drug dog who has detected drugs.

Zhao Yunlan walked over, took out a pair of crumpled gloves from his crumpled trousers pocket, put them on, touched the place where the cat squatted, and carefully raised one arm of the corpse.

Lao Yang stretched his neck, and he saw half a bloody handprint in the place blocked by the corpse.

It was definitely not a human handprint. The slap was only the size of a child, but the fingers were at least twenty centimeters long. Lao Yang had been an old criminal police officer all his life, and he had never seen anything like this.

He was stunned when he suddenly heard Zhao Yunlan say in a rare serious and serious voice: "From now on, this case will be transferred to the Special Investigation Department, and the follow-up procedures will be completed within two working days."

After speaking, before Lao Yang could answer, Zhao Yunlan pointed to a small tattered door on the fence and asked, "What is this place?"